Everyone seems so certain, everyone knows who they are.
“Are you travelling with Air Asia?” the lady almost fully hidden behind the counter looked with kind eyes at me. A little confused I looked up at the huge wall behind her that was one giant picture with the Air Asia logo. I couldn’t be at the wrong counter could I? The lady smiled at me and told me that this is the right counter – but it is the wrong airport.
Since I left Koh Samui, Lamai and WMC Lamai Muay Thai Camp nothing has really gone my way. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to leave. I am queuing at the wrong lines, jumping on the wrong bus and end up in the wrong airport. Maybe it is a sign that I shouldn’t have left that place that made me feel so much at home? Maybe I am supposed to stay in that Muay Thai family where we laugh all training long and spend the evenings talking about everything and nothing at the market? Or maybe is it just a sign that I really should read through the tickets and the ticket information before I buy them?
This year has really been the year where I have left little bits and pieces of my heart all over the world. I felt at home behind a reception in Nicaragua, fell in love with diving and Utila Dive Center in Honduras and left a part of me in New Orleans. A part of my home will always be in Sweden and in Norway. And now I lost even a little bit more of myself in Thailand.
Spending time at five airports in one day made me, finally, end up in Phuket and Tiger Muay Thai, just like I had planned. With a fresh 30 day tourist visa in my passport I am now starting on my fourth week of training here in Thailand.
damn vad det ser gött ut på stranden... får trösta mig lite med att du snart måste lämna och komma hem till det trista höstrusket vi har här i nordlanden! ;) fast du kommer vara brun och vältränad. feck med ;)